Day 165
Time 4:07 pm
me and harry are sitting on the couch watching some tv show i dont know the name of. i am not paying any attention whatsoever to the show. i stare at harry fixated on him. i cannot look away. even when he catches me staring. he smiles at me and looks away and tries to ignore my constant and relentless staring. i want to touch him. move the hair from his face. want to feel him. my heart accelerates as i crawl over to him. suddenly i am inches from him. his face. his lips. his touch so close. i close my eyes as i kiss him. i pull back seconds later as i realize what exactly i just did. he stares at me mouth wide open.. i hurriedly get up and rush to my room. i throw on clothes and grab my car keys... i rush out of my room and leave his house without a word as i reach my car i turn around and see harry staring at me from the front door steps. i turn back around... get in my car and drive. i dont know exactly where i am going but i just go.
what the hell did i do that?
you and harry are just friends.
he doesnt like you that way. regardless of what he wrote in his book...
you broke his heart.
you are scum..
i pull over and breathe. i look around and see no one followed me. i crawl to the backseat and fall asleep...
Time 7:04 pm
i wake up and crawl to the front seat. i get in the drivers seat and turn on the car. i let out a shaky breath as i realize what exactly happened hours earlier.
i kissed harry..
i fucking kissed harry edward styles.
i kissed him...
like actually kissed him.
what the fuck am i doing?
i put the car in drive as i start to head back to harry's house.
when i arrive the house seems dark.. like hes asleep. i open the door quietly trying to avoid seeing him... i make my way to my room and close the door. for some reason i am scared out of my mind. i cannot breathe and i do not want too. i crawl into bed and lie there until sleep finally reaches me... again.
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365 Days (ziam fanfiction)
Fanfictionwe fell in love... it was beautiful and magical... and then he tore it apart and stomped on it. i look at him now and see all our old memories... i wonder if he thinks of me too? if he still loves me like he used too.. but when he stares back at me...